Page 36 of A Match Made In Evan
He’s so fucking adorable.
I wriggle my hips. “Step two, baby. Don’t skimp on the forepl—oh, God, yes.”
My eyes practically roll back in their sockets as he takes his lubed fingers to my hole, tentatively rubbing at the rim before easing two in at once.
All I can think is ‘Holy fuck, my best friend is inside me.’
Because, holy fuck, James isinsideme.
As expected, his two fingers are a lot thicker than my ex’s were. More cautious and exploratory, too. He takes his time, pushing them in slowly, scissoring them and curling them and—
“Holy mother of—fucking fuck,” I cry , seeing stars as he strokes overthatspot.
“Oh, Ev, Jesus…” he murmurs, stroking my prostate again, “look at you.”
I can’t. Firstly, because my eyes are squeezed shut. Secondly, because there’s no mirror on the ceiling, and as much as I might joke that we share a brain, I can’t see what he’s seeing.
“You feel so tight and hot,” he continues, still prodding at the magic button he’s found. The constant stimulation is bordering on torture, but I’m enjoying it too much to tell him to stop. “I’m gonna come within seconds of getting inside you.”
“You keep doing —ah! Fucking hell—that, and I’ll come before you get the chance to get in me.”
He stops abruptly.
I whine and open my eyes into slits to glare at him.
Jay stares back at me, wide eyed. “Is it really that good?”
“For me it is, yeah.”
“M-maybe, y’know, the next time you blow me…”
I have to slam my eyes shut again at that mental imagery. “Jesus, baby, don’t say stuff like that when I’m already so close.” I arch my back as he starts to stretch me again, this time with a bit more confidence. I hiss at the burn, and he stops again. “Keep…keep going,” I urge. “Your cock’s gonna need more room than that.”
“But it’s hurting you.”
“That’ll pass.”I hope.“Please, Jay, keep go—oh.”
Sure enough, he crooks his fingers and the pain is forgotten as the insane jolts of pleasure from having my prostate played with take over.
“Hmm,” he sounds smug, but I still can’t open my eyes, “that helps, huh?”
“Nnnngghh.”
“That’s it,” he encourages me as his fingers keep up their motion, “relax and let me in. You feel so good, Ev. You’re gonna feel amazing around my cock.”
The sweet praise makes me writhe. I want to feel good for him. I want this to be so fucking good that there’s no question about our relationship working out — sexually, at least.
“I’m ready,” I tell him, the words coming out breathy and needy. “Jay, please…” I try not to whine as he withdraws his fingers. Instead, I force my eyes open and prop myself up to watch him coat his already lubed condom with more of the slippery stuff, then wipe his hand on the sheets.
“Just to be sure,” he says when he catches me watching, and I shake my head.
“I don’t care. Just get it in me.”
He shuffles forward and pushes the head of his cock inside me andfuck, it hurts. I breathe through it and try to bear down and relax, remembering the pleasure his fingers were giving me only a few moments ago. If I can get past the initial discomfort of having ahuge, thick shaft penetrating me and filling me up, I know it’s going to be good. More than good.
Why the fuck didn’t I practice with a dildo?
“Fuck, Ev,” he pants as he inches inside me in excruciating short rocking motions, “you’retight. I haven’t…it’s been alongtime since I’ve, uh, been inside someone and…oh God, don’tclench.”
